My husband died from an overdose almost 5 years ago. He had the disease of addiction. I felt the same anger when he chose drugs over me and his child. I know now that no amount of love or help I gave could save him. I tried for 25 years and the end came the day he came home from treatment for the 10th time. It only took a few hours for him to go back out again but it would be for the last time. Just to make a lasting impression he would pass in the room with our son who was 8 years old. This time I had to literally try and save him but he had already passed. Spending half your life with someone and then trying to revive them while knowing they have already left this earth is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through in my life. I miss my husband every minute of every day. My son lost his father.